I am held captive by nature’s illusions
that lie hidden in the trees
and clouds and stones.
Alluring are the forms that I see
in bones and leaves
and the shape of a feather.
I am bewitched by the effect of weather
on mountains and hills, and
I get a thrill out of watching you
age gracefully with me and
not try to be something
that nature did not intend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem